Hi, I’m 30. I don’t even think I’m going to go by my name anymore, just refer to me as 30. Since it seems to be important. You turn 29 and people are like, “eh”; you turn 30 and people say the following:
My boss: “How old are you?” Me: “30” Boss: “Wow, I thought you were older.” (Yes, this actually happened.)
Dad: “OMG, you’re 30?!! That must mean that I’m like… 40…”
Birthday Card: “Wow, you’re OLD!”
You get the idea. “What are you doing for your THIRTIETH birthday?! I did a trapeze lesson for mine!” “How do you feel now that you’re 30?” “Dirty thirty!” “Thirty is the new twenty!”
I don’t know how I feel about landmark birthdays. I guess I don’t much care. I was 29 and 364/365 last week, the only change is a tiny fraction. Hardly worth mentioning, really. Regardless, I took this opportunity to eat good food for about four days. It was my birthday, I do what I want. These were my historic, amazingly memorable, landmark 30th birthday foods of choice:
Weekend Birthday Foods, July 7: Dinner at Little Star Pizza (thanks friends!)
Note that a birthday meal is defined as one that someone else purchases for you as a celebratory gift for your birthday. And for that reason, I suppose birthday meals can really take place any time of year, though they are known to occur on/about the week of one’s actual day of birth. Maybe I should make a wikipedia entry regarding this matter.